Skyzoo, Mez - For The Awake lyrics
[Skyzoo, Mez - For The Awake lyrics]
The revisited "The Don Cheadle Effect"
And the awards given off to the
Floor seats of the ‘jects
And them awards given off for seeing respect
To them all that’s involved that
Call me they connect
To the wall they was on the
Four seats of them steps
That’s beyond where that wall is
Drawing me to be next
So I talk what I talked and
Y’all seem to be left
They was lost and I crossed and
All they see is a X my honesty in a Tec in
The hands of Ilena’s cousin
Yo mouth screaming to "duck"
While you be leaking from it
See all I be is the tuck
So if you keep me from it
They don’t need what they want or
What they need is wanted
And wanting it lowered and trying
Talk them to know it cut the K and the W and
Maybe I shouldn’t throw this
Cut the K get a W I just toss them a notice
Let it play until it stuck and
Then you become the awoken
This is for the awake call it quarter to 8
Whatever they desired
I put it all on their plate
What ever I would scribe they take
It all for the day
We on the same line as long as that line pays
This for the awake, first viewing of the body
Before the funeral numero uno with the shotty
Who could part this thank you for your
Listening and under-standing
Reprimanding when you was up in ya lunches
Arguing with niggas on ya
Solo against bunches
About Nas when they ain’t
Understanding his punches
Pizza getting cold you ain’t
Worried cause these dunces
Never stomached the real
It’s terrible that they crunches
Homie I be kicking the real, like Brazil
Without the ‘Z’ giving people
Something to feel
On every 1st listen they never
Knew nothing as ill because I’m king
They be Bishop like they running with Steele
Uh, let me get ya bitch
That be something to kill
While I maneuver through the game
And I’m getting my bills
Over saturation of rappers but
We giving them skills
Through the flood they see the real
Niggas spitting with gills
When the comforter is in the same fold
It was in when you first
Left hearing them same clothes
And in the end you’ll be
Tying together to make bose
Get wind of when riding along
To the same tone
Shit dims, lights get lower than save modes
And them rims on the tires
Is wired with payroll but then again
If you ain’t get to touch that bed
Then you caught when I was
Running when I said
This is for the awake
And the awards given off to the
Floor seats of the ‘jects
And them awards given off for seeing respect
To them all that’s involved that
Call me they connect
To the wall they was on the
Four seats of them steps
That’s beyond where that wall is
Drawing me to be next
So I talk what I talked and
Y’all seem to be left
They was lost and I crossed and
All they see is a X my honesty in a Tec in
The hands of Ilena’s cousin
Yo mouth screaming to "duck"
While you be leaking from it
See all I be is the tuck
So if you keep me from it
They don’t need what they want or
What they need is wanted
And wanting it lowered and trying
Talk them to know it cut the K and the W and
Maybe I shouldn’t throw this
Cut the K get a W I just toss them a notice
Let it play until it stuck and
Then you become the awoken
This is for the awake call it quarter to 8
Whatever they desired
I put it all on their plate
What ever I would scribe they take
It all for the day
We on the same line as long as that line pays
This for the awake, first viewing of the body
Before the funeral numero uno with the shotty
Who could part this thank you for your
Listening and under-standing
Reprimanding when you was up in ya lunches
Arguing with niggas on ya
Solo against bunches
About Nas when they ain’t
Understanding his punches
Pizza getting cold you ain’t
Worried cause these dunces
Never stomached the real
It’s terrible that they crunches
Homie I be kicking the real, like Brazil
Without the ‘Z’ giving people
Something to feel
On every 1st listen they never
Knew nothing as ill because I’m king
They be Bishop like they running with Steele
Uh, let me get ya bitch
That be something to kill
While I maneuver through the game
And I’m getting my bills
Over saturation of rappers but
We giving them skills
Through the flood they see the real
Niggas spitting with gills
When the comforter is in the same fold
It was in when you first
Left hearing them same clothes
And in the end you’ll be
Tying together to make bose
Get wind of when riding along
To the same tone
Shit dims, lights get lower than save modes
And them rims on the tires
Is wired with payroll but then again
If you ain’t get to touch that bed
Then you caught when I was
Running when I said
This is for the awake